They banished me.
My lovers muttered – enraged.
Stamped, stubbed, thrown in the dustbin was I.
Exchanged furtively, struck in corners.
While my lover waited.
Silent, unable to breathe
Till his lips touched me.
Walk not on grass, smoke it!
The cry subdued.
Fools… they did not know.
I was what their fragrance was made of,
I the scent they’d never forget.
(On the occasion of the ban on smoking in North Campus)
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